Zeviotic Idiot

Aimahæ. 

The child stood there as the downpour continued. Water trickling down her cheeks as she stared off into the distance. No one could see what was there . . . No one but her. The sight was as vivid as the beacons shining through the rain. 

"You're not what I expected to see."

A soft mellow voice came out from the little girl's mouth. Although no one could hear her through thousands of raindrops clashing down to the ground, she was certainly heard by the monster Infront her.

"Sweet young child, you shouldn't stay amidst the wrath of this passing storm. It is simply not safe."

The brown haired child bit down at her lips, she didn't want to leave the monster behind. Her mouth opened and closed several times but before she could muster a word, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She could no longer feel the raindrops that were thrown against her frail body. Sure enough, an umbrella was above her tiny head. 

"Are you okay, darling? Come, I'll take you to the station so you can go home."

She looked the man with shaking eyes and hesitantly takes his hand. She hung her head sadly as she leaves the monster behind thus her final greetings before it had been consumed by the darkness of the hour.

"Goodbye. . ."